Caribbean Crush Quotes

“So, I made you an Instagram account, and . . . you already have close to twenty-five thousand followers, and I bet if we check again, you’ll have even more. You’re growing by the second.”
― R.S. Grey, Caribbean Crush

“You know all those pictures and videos of us I’ve been taking on the trip?” I nod, encouraging her to go on. “I ended up making a few day-in-the-life videos with all the footage, and you were in most of them, of course.” “Okay . . .” “People have been curious about my hot friend, and well . . . it felt like such a waste to not be able to tag you.”
― R.S. Grey, Caribbean Crush

“Phillip is busy, busy, busy, and that’s okay. I’m hot, and I’ve just finished a chapter of my book.”
― R.S. Grey, Caribbean Crush

“The moment—and I mean down to the millisecond—I touch my lounge chair, a champagne bucket is delivered, a fruit tray is brought, a snack basket is set out, and an umbrella is popped open. Two attendants smile at me. “Can we get you anything else at the moment, Ms. Hughes?” I get the feeling that if I asked for an elephant or even, hell, a family of elephants, they wouldn’t bat an eye. Right away. And would you prefer African or Asian?”
― R.S. Grey, Caribbean Crush

“I go to pay them (unsure of my place on board this ship), and the lady behind the counter chuckles at me! “Mr. Woodmont would have my job if I accepted your payment, Ms. Hughes,” she teases. What in the world! How does she know? Did he send an all-staff email to them or something? Probably!”
― R.S. Grey, Caribbean Crush

“I have a little work to get done this morning, but meet me at the pool around lunchtime.—P PS I hope you enjoy your breakfast. If I’ve left something off, phone your butler, and he’ll bring it up. Right, of course. I’ll just phone my butler. Everyone, duh, if you need anything, just phone your butlers!”
― R.S. Grey, Caribbean Crush

“Also, a basic ground rule,” I start to add, and he nods for me to continue. “I’m not going to ask you what you’re doing or where you’re going after the cruise, and you won’t ask me either. We don’t exist to each other after this, okay?”
― R.S. Grey, Caribbean Crush

“I told Vivienne”—his finger stills—“that in some ways, important ways, I feel for you in seven days what I never felt for her in two years.”
― R.S. Grey, Caribbean Crush

“That must be it. I don’t want him; I want what he can provide me. I’m after a Birkin. A Bentley. An all-expenses-paid trip to Bora Bora. This theory makes me feel better for all of ten seconds, at which point I ask myself the obvious question, Would I still want Phillip if he were as destitute as me? Yes. The answer comes to me completely unbidden. Relentlessly fast, even. Like a wimp, I try to scratch a line through it and try again. No! Of course I wouldn’t. But the truth is already there, scaring me.”
― R.S. Grey, Caribbean Crush

“And the way I feel now, desperate for more of his touch? Well . . . I haven’t had my coffee yet. Maybe I’m just a little tired.”
― R.S. Grey, Caribbean Crush

“I never talked to Vivienne this way, not once. If there were ever any issues, we’d have proper sit-down discussions. She once invited me to a Google Calendar event titled Thermostat Temperature Meeting that she thought we should have at 8:45 p.m. the following Tuesday.”
― R.S. Grey, Caribbean Crush

“The case grew cold. No quiz-bowl moderator ever came knocking on my door. There was never a warrant out for my arrest. I made peace with my mistake and moved on from it, deciding that everything worked out the way it was meant to. Except now of course I realize I was wrong.”
― R.S. Grey, Caribbean Crush

“She dropped a hand onto Lindsey’s shoulder and squeezed. “You wouldn’t want her suffering because of you, would you?” Diabolical. Obviously now, as an adult, I see that Shelby was an actual psychopath in need of serious help. I should have immediately run to an authority figure and ratted her out, but I was thirteen and naive enough to think that Shelby really did hold all the power in the world.”
― R.S. Grey, Caribbean Crush

“Keep your voice down, idiot. You want us to get caught?” Well . . . it didn’t seem like the worst thing in the world. We’d only be held responsible for attempted sabotage, not the real thing.”
― R.S. Grey, Caribbean Crush

“The sight of his expensive name-brand soda convinced me to push my Dr. Cola off to the side of the bench, out of view.”
― R.S. Grey, Caribbean Crush

“To say they were good looking would have been a stretch. None of us were turning heads. We were middle school quiz-bowl participants. Hello, there wasn’t a good haircut or a stylish article of clothing in the entire vicinity. Still, though, I thought Phillip was . . . cute. Maybe the way his braces glinted off the light was really attractive to my midpubescent brain. Maybe his starched uniform and the way it hung off his slim shoulders really called to me.”
― R.S. Grey, Caribbean Crush

“Is that a ‘no, but try me again another time’?” I ask, sounding hopeful. At this point, I’m a fighter getting up after yet another knockout. He’s got to be thinking Christ, when will this girl quit? He shakes his head, not even bothering to turn back. “That’s a ‘no, be glad I’m letting you stay on the ship.”
― R.S. Grey, Caribbean Crush

“He could read through his grocery list, and we would all lean in, wanting more.”
― R.S. Grey, Caribbean Crush

“Cassie?” “Casey,” I clarified before adding with a little chuckle, “Or Cassie, whatever works.” I hated myself a little in that moment. Not “or Cassie”! Cassie was not my name!”
― R.S. Grey, Caribbean Crush

“It’s a rich-person thing to lose sight of your valuable belongings. I can’t easily afford to replace my laptop, so, therefore, I don’t make a habit of parting with it very often.”
― R.S. Grey, Caribbean Crush

“I have some Dramamine. Hold on.” She disappears into her suite before I can tell her there’s no need. It won’t cure my real ailment. I lean over and call out to her (“Uh . . . lady?”)—trying to get her attention, to no avail—then I jump out of my skin when there’s a knock on my suite’s door. “It’s me!” she says on the other side. “What . . . ?” Do I just— Let her in?”
― R.S. Grey, Caribbean Crush